Lu Ling had forgotten why she wanted to come in, and of course she didn't just want to see the head coach's office. Of course, she saw it too.

Half of the walls of the office are replaced by huge floor-to-ceiling windows that face the first-team training grounds. Presumably to make it easier for the manager to see what's going on on the training ground at all times. It was pitch black outside the window, but she felt she could still see the white goal.

The office is large and divided into two sections. Here are the desks, tactical boards, and bookcases, and over there are a set of U-shaped sofas, small tables, and water dispensers. There are several screens hanging on the wall.

'I think there's a big problem with the connection in the midfield and it's easy to empty in the middle. Lu Ling burst out of his throat with such a sentence.

Nicholas was stunned for a moment, he looked at her, this assistant coach of the reserve team is really interesting. How could he have thought that she had come to teach him tactics?

"Christine, you're calling this right, aren't you? While we have similar ideas about the team at the moment, I really don't think I need you to tell me what to do. ”

Lu Ling felt insulted. She blushed and stared into the man's brown eyes and said, "Maybe you should hire me as your assistant coach, I study these every day, and I am confident that I will be a good assistant." I've sent a hundred emails to Ramsey, and if he reads even one of them, he's not going to be fired. ”

The woman's words were extremely arrogant, and Nicholas's eyes flickered a few times, not knowing whether it was surprise or disdain.

Lu Ling waited for the man's response, but he just stared at her silently. She stared back unceremoniously, not expecting anything nice from him.

'Tomorrow, you can watch the game from the dugout. The Spaniard said crisply. "If I need your opinion, I'll ask. Other than that, I hope you keep your mouth shut. ”

"Please. Lu Ling blurted out. But, the man's expression, her eyes widened suddenly, oh, he wasn't joking. She met his gaze and her heart was pounding, "Oh my God, that's great! I mean, **inggreat! Thank you, I didn't expect ......."

She said excitedly wanting to shake hands or hug her, but the man had already turned away, "You've wasted a minute of my time." Good night, Miss Lu. ”

*********

When Lu Ling returned to his attic, it was already more than ten o'clock. Rush is closing, and there aren't many people in the area for evening activities, unlike East London, where many Indian-owned convenience stores don't close until after midnight. Rush greeted her, presumably because he was busy today and he wasn't as enthusiastic as usual.

Lu Ling's mood was surprisingly good, and he chatted with him for a few words before saying goodnight. She hummed a little tune and walked around the long hallway. She didn't know the name of the song she was humming, only that it seemed to be a boy band. For a while, the streets were filled with this song.

"I didn't know you still liked OneDirection. In the dark hallway, the boy's voice rang out. The light in the corridor was broken the day before yesterday, and Rush kept saying that he would help change, probably because he forgot about it.

"Oh yes, Christine, your friend has been waiting for you for a long time. I locked the gate and let him go through the small door when he went back. Rush's voice came from outside the store.

"Don't worry, Rush. See you tomorrow. Lu Ling shouted outside.

"See you tomorrow. Rush's voice was quiet, and he should have locked the door and walked away.

Patrick sat on the top floor of the stairs, the light of his phone's screen on his face, a little frightening, and he grinned again, like a horror movie.

"How old are you, seven years old?" this naïve guy, Lu Ling was a little helpless, "It's so late, Pat, what are you doing?"

"The coach said, I'll be on the bench tomorrow. Patrick stood up and turned sideways to give way to Lu Ling so she could open the door.

"Really? That's just amazing!" exclaimed the woman. Although Patrick trained with the first team today, and although Nicholas had a place for him in his vision, she still didn't expect him to actually make the bench.

She immediately didn't open the door, and hugged the boy, whose body stiffened, and downstairs her.

Soon, the boy pushed the woman away, "Hurry up and open the door, my legs are sore." ”

The room was a little messy, and the morning was too rushed. After Patrick came in, Lu Ling saw that he was still carrying a plastic bag. Just look at the color of the plastic bag and you know that it was bought at the Rush shop.

Patrick brought the contents of the plastic bag to the coffee table, which was actually a can of beer and a can of Coke Zero.

Lu Ling's bachelor apartment is small. The kitchen is connected to the bedroom, and the bathroom, although separate, can be described as compact.

There is a two-seater sofa next to a normal-sized desk stacked with thick notebooks and essays. Next to the desk is a simple bookshelf densely packed with books on football and sports, nothing dusty.

The small double bed is against the window. On the opposite side of the double bed is a large set of mirrored wardrobes. And the wardrobe is the kitchen. It's not so much a kitchen as an integrated oven and stove. There was a narrow table next to it, on which a microwave was placed, and some kitchen utensils. There is also a refrigerator, but it is also small and should be sufficient considering that only one person uses it. Turning from the refrigerator is the tiny bathroom.

Patrick initially thought it was amazing that people could live in such a place. But it turns out that as long as you get used to anything, the acceptance is much higher.

Lu Ling took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. He took the beer on the coffee table, opened it and took a big sip, "Beer confiscation, you have a game tomorrow." ”

Patrick shrugged, "The beer was meant for you, and the Coke is mine." ”

Lu Ling walked over and rubbed his hair, and dipped some hairspray on his hands, "Attaboy."

"Christine, can you please stop ......" Patrick shook his head and took the woman's hand away. The expression on his face was a little bored. He was halfway through his speech, but he didn't go any further.

"What?" Lu Ling didn't understand why he was the way he reacted. She didn't do anything wrong.

"Your actions, the tone of your voice. Patrick sighed, "It's weird that you're always playing the role of a mother. I thought we were friends. ”

This is the second time today that someone has said that she has taken Pat as a son. Lu Ling was a little depressed. Maybe she's really wrong.

"Okay. Lu Ling sat down at the desk, "You're right, we're friends." She took a sip of her wine and added, "But, sometimes, I'm your coach. ”

Patrick was noncommittal, he cocked his waist, picked up the Coke, opened it and drank it.

Lu Ling drank the wine, and the hunger in his stomach became stronger and stronger. She put down her beer and rummaged in the Xiaoice box for a long time, finally finding enough ingredients to make a sandwich.

Patrick lies on her couch playing on her phone. She wanted to tell him that she would be in the dugout tomorrow, but she didn't want to look like she had never seen the world. She turned her back to him and tried to make her voice sound calm, "Hey, Pat, you know what, I'll be in the dugout tomorrow too." Mr. Flores said he might listen to me. ”

Patrick stared at his phone, motionless, as if he hadn't heard. But, right away, he looked up, his light blue eyes lit up, "That means we'll all be on the bench tomorrow." That's awesome!"

Lu Ling looked at him and smiled lightly, and the boy lowered his head to play with his mobile phone again.

The sandwich is finally ready. Lu Ling smeared some mayonnaise and sat next to the boy, "I don't have your share." ”

"I didn't say anything. Patrick glanced at her.

"Why are you holding your phone all the time?" Lu Ling took a bite of the sandwich, and it tasted good.

"Nothing. Patrick put his phone away, and he took another sip of Coke, and it seemed like he had finished all of his cokes. "Message Abby. Abby is Patrick's girlfriend, and they've been together for almost a month, and Lu Ling often hears him talk about her. I've seen photos, and I'm about the same size as Patrick, a beautiful and sexy girl, but I've never seen a real person.

Lu Ling ate with relish, nodded and asked, "Did you sue her for that good news?"

"Nope. It's not a starter. ”

Like the expected answer, Lu Lingbian flattened his mouth, and Pat has always been like this, pretending to be calm and mature.

"Take it one step at a time, if you play tomorrow and Abby doesn't see it, won't you miss out on your professional debut. Lu Ling took the last sip of beer.

Patrick mumbled, not knowing whether to agree or disagree. Lu Ling didn't bother to ask any more, picked up the plate and got up and went to the sink. She turned on the faucet, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Pat, are you a little nervous?"

The boy did not answer for a long time, and it was a long time before she heard his voice.

"Well, a little. ”

Lu Ling looked back at him, and Patrick happened to look up as well, the expression on his face was not known whether it was sluggish or shy.

The woman pursed her lips and whispered, "Actually, so am I." ”

Patrick realized that tomorrow would be her first time too.

The two looked at each other and smiled. It seems that all worries seem superfluous. He doesn't necessarily play, she's not the manager, and the excitement is still greater than the nervousness.

"I have to go, Christine. Patrick stood up.

"Okay, good night, Pat. Lu Ling turned off the faucet, and as if she remembered something, she added, "Rest well." Tomorrow matters. ”

Patrick looked back, and the short-haired woman looked at him playfully with dark eyes as she wiped her plate. There was something in her words, and he couldn't hear it. Patrick looked away in embarrassment, "Got it. Also, in case you're wondering, I'm not going to Abby's tonight. With that, he opened the door and walked out.